I Am the Fated Villain-Chapter 1147 - 508: When the disaster is approaching, we fly separately, I don’t want to die here

Chapter 1508: When the disaster is approaching, we fly separately, I don’t want to die here

“A prince from the Demon Court? How did he find out where I am?” Chu Xiao exclaimed, his expression shifting drastically as he grasped the dire situation. His body trembled uncontrollably, and an icy dread washed over him, but amidst the fear, anger bubbled up within him.

Uncle Fu, too, wore an extremely solemn expression, acutely aware of the danger lurking in the night. The feeling of imminent death loomed over them, heavy and suffocating. The distance between Zigui City and Xian Chu was far too great, making it impossible for Chu Gucheng to rush over in time, even if he sensed the peril.

“Where do you think you’re going to escape?” Di Kun’s voice dripped with cruelty and mockery as he gazed at Chu Xiao and Uncle Fu, his indifference palpable. In his eyes, Fu Lao was merely a third-tier Dao Realm cultivator, far from a worthy opponent. He believed that no matter what protection Chu Xiao had in the form of Chu Gucheng’s bodyguard, it would be utterly insufficient to stop him.

To Di Kun, they were nothing more than fish on a chopping board, their fate already sealed.

Fu Lao’s expression turned grim, fully aware that escape was impossible with Chu Xiao by his side. Di Kun’s strength dwarfed his own, and he was not adept at combat. Compared to others of the same level, his realm was largely illusory, lacking the substance to stand against a true powerhouse.

“Are you trying to provoke a war between Xian Chu and the Demon Court?” he asked, his voice low and tense, attempting to buy time while simultaneously reaching out to other powerful figures in Xian Chu for help.

However, Di Kun had already anticipated Fu Lao’s intentions. He sneered, “I told you, even if Chu Gucheng were to descend today, he wouldn’t be able to save you. Don’t think you can buy time with your words.” His gaze swept across the surroundings, and as he continued, the worlds trembled, the fabric of the universe quaking as if on the brink of collapse. “When you people from Xian Chu killed my ninth younger brother, did you ever think about today? There is a cycle of karma in the law of heaven. Chu Gucheng will surely regret his decision.”

The pressure from Di Kun’s gaze bore down on Chu Xiao, overwhelming him. Blood erupted from his mouth as he gasped, feeling as though his body was on the verge of exploding. His nose and mouth gushed with crimson, his bones crackled under the strain, and he felt his spine threatening to shatter. For the first time in his life, he truly faced the specter of death. His face turned pale, and he could not hide the fear that gripped him.

“Master, I have a rare treasure given to me by the lord of the country. It may be able to delay him for a moment…” Uncle Fu’s voice was urgent, carrying a gravity that matched the dire circumstances. “During that time, you must use every means possible—every treasure at your disposal—and run toward Xian Chu.”

Under the immense pressure, Uncle Fu’s stooped body trembled, his face a mask of solemnity. He quickly transmitted his thoughts to Chu Xiao, steeling himself for the desperate task ahead. Yet, uncertainty gnawed at him; he couldn’t be sure whether Chu Xiao would survive.

Hearing this, Chu Xiao’s horror was palpable. “Uncle Fu, with my strength, escaping very far is impossible. Even if I use the teleportation charms my sister and the others gave me, I’ll likely be killed almost immediately. This person is right behind us!” Panic flooded his words. “You have to find a way to delay him for me! I don’t want to die here!”

“Please, you must trust that I can avenge you,” he pleaded, desperation lacing his tone. “As long as I live, I will make sure to take revenge for you. My father, who is as capable as the heavens, will definitely avenge your death.”

He had never faced such a desperate situation before; fear clawed at his heart, and despair filled his eyes as he confronted the terrifying reality before him.

In that moment, Chu Xiao’s thoughts were consumed by hatred for the man who had killed the Ninth Prince of the Demon Court. It seemed profoundly unjust to him that he, an innocent party, should bear the brunt of this vengeance. After all, it was not his actions that had led to such bloodshed. Uncle Fu, aware of Chu Xiao’s nature, felt a chill creep into his heart upon hearing his thoughts. This was a moment of desperation, yet the young man’s anger seemed misplaced.

Unlike the lord who had taught Chu Xiao the values of restraint and gratitude, Chu Xiao’s current feelings did not reflect the qualities of his lineage. But Uncle Fu refrained from voicing his concerns; he was merely an old servant, after all. Everything they had—every moment of stability—was due to Chu Gucheng’s influence. If it meant sacrificing his own life to save his young master, so be it.

“You needn’t worry, young master. I will do everything in my power to help you buy some time,” Uncle Fu assured, a sigh escaping him. His demeanor shifted from anxious to resolute; his previously hunched frame straightened as a determined fire ignited in his silver-haired eyes.

He stepped forward, locking eyes with Di Kun, who towered like a storm on the horizon. In the folds of his bulging sleeves, glimmers of starlight began to coalesce, signaling his intent to strike.

“You don’t know your own strength,” Di Kun remarked disdainfully, already aware of Uncle Fu’s intentions. With a sneer, he raised his palm and countered, preparing to meet Uncle Fu’s attack head-on.

Bang!!!

At that moment, the sky trembled violently, as if hundreds of millions of laws were clashing in a cataclysmic confrontation. The starry expanse seemed ready to collapse under the weight of the power unleashed. Every cultivator and creature in Zigui City felt as though their physical forms were on the verge of disintegrating, the sheer aura of the Dao Realm battle making their very souls tremble. The aftermath of their clash was so intense that it threatened to tear the universe apart.

Seizing this moment of chaos, Chu Xiao gritted his teeth and summoned a crystal-clear ancient jade talisman, tearing through the void as he prepared to escape.

“Master, don’t abandon me!”

Chu Xiao’er, his most loyal follower, was pale and terrified, having been left behind in the turmoil. Panic coursed through him as he pleaded for Chu Xiao to return.

Turning back, Chu Xiao hesitated for a brief moment, uncertainty flickering in his eyes. But soon, that uncertainty was eclipsed by the overwhelming dread of death looming over him. Despite having several life-saving items on him, he knew they would be futile against a terrifying Dao Realm existence.

If he took Chu Xiao’er with him, it would only consume precious time and energy that Uncle Fu had sacrificed his safety to buy.

“I can’t waste the time that Uncle Fu gave his life to buy on him…” he thought resolutely, his mind made up. “But I will find a way to avenge you in the future.”

With a steely determination, Chu Xiao’s gaze turned cloudy as the void in front of him blurred. In an instant, he vanished without looking back at Chu Xiao’er, who was left filled with despair.

To the countless cultivators and creatures watching from Zigui City, this scene was one of shame and fear. Yet, in such a life-threatening situation, they understood the harsh reality of survival. Just a short time ago, Chu Xiao had unleashed chaos in Lin Shuixuan, indiscriminately killing many innocent disciples of the great sect using a terrifying forbidden weapon.

Now, this scene left many feeling a sense of darkness, as if it were a manifestation of the cycle of heavenly retribution.

“Considering the power of this demon court prince seeking revenge, it’s unfathomable. This young master of Xian Chu is likely dead,” some cultivators murmured, their eyes flickering with apprehension. Few believed that Chu Xiao would manage to escape.

The battle between Uncle Fu and Di Kun reverberated across the entire Southern Wilderness Ancient Domain, transporting them to a battlefield beyond the known world. Their figures loomed immense, far surpassing billions of feet, as they clashed, causing the long river of time to evaporate into fragments around them. Their struggle was almost on par with the universe itself.

In the depths of the world’s end, a dull thunder echoed, and countless Daoist chains of order emerged, embodying the essence of powerful Daoisms. It was as if countless slender willow leaves interwove and danced, capable of splitting time and space, cutting through fate, and illuminating the dark sky with brilliance.

In the midst of this chaos, a cry of the Golden Crow reverberated, resounding through all heavens and ages. It contained the supreme majesty of the Dao, leaving indelible ripples that spread across existence.

Then, a crooked figure was sent hurtling down, bloodied and battered. The crimson light from the blood reflected much of the universe in a bloody hue before crashing onto a patch of primitive land in the ancient Southern Wilderness, leaving its fate uncertain—whether alive or dead.

“With your ability, you dare to stop me?” Di Kun sneered disdainfully, his voice shaking the heavens. There was a hint of cat-and-mouse banter in his tone as he took a big stride, disappearing to pursue the fleeing Chu Xiao.

His strength was terrifying; he had defeated Fu Lao in less than a hundred moves. And this was only because Fu Lao had wielded a powerful strange treasure. Had he been solely reliant on his own strength, Di Kun could have effortlessly dispatched Fu Lao.

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But now, the true fire of the sun burned within Fu Lao, the ripples of the Dao having stripped away his vitality. His life rings had withered, and it was clear that his time was running out.

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